 CHAPTER 1 THE TROUBLED OUTLOOK OF THE PRESENT HOUR These are troubled times. As the echoes of the war die away, the sound of a new conflict rises on our ears. All the world is filled with industrial unrest. Strike follows upon strike. A world that has known five years of fighting has lost its taste for the honest drudgery of work. Sincenatus will not back to his plough, or at the best stand sullenly between his plough handles arguing for a higher wage. The wheels of industry are threatening to stop. The labourer will not work because the pay is too low and the hours are too long. The producer cannot employ him because the wage is too high and the hours are too short. If the high wage is paid and the short hours are granted, then the price of the thing made, so it seems, rises higher still. Even the high wages will not buy it. The process apparently moves in a circle with no cessation to it. The increased wages seem only to aggravate the increasing prices. Wages and prices rising together call perpetually for more money, or at least more tokens and symbols, more paper credit in the form of checks and deposits, with a value that is no longer based on the rock bottom of redemption into hard coin, but that floats upon the mere atmosphere of expectation. But the sheer quantity of the inflated currency and false money forces prices higher still. The familiar landmarks of wages, salaries and prices are being obliterated. The scrap of paper with which the war began stays with us as a legacy. It lies upon the industrial landscape like snow, covering up, as best it may, the bare poverty of a world desolated by war. Under such circumstances national finance seems turned into a delirium. Billions are voted where once a few poor millions were thought extravagant. The war debts of the allied nations, not yet fully computed, will run from twenty-five to forty billion dollars apiece. But the debts of the governments appear on the other side of the ledger as the assets of the citizens. What is the meaning of it? Is it wealth or is it poverty? The world seems filled with money in short of goods, while even in this very scarcity a new luxury has broken out. The capitalist rides in his ten thousand dollar motor car. The seven dollar a day artisan plays merrily on his gramophone in the broad daylight of his afternoon that is saved, like all else, by being borrowed from the morning. He calls the capitalist a profiteer. The capitalist retorts with calling him a Bolshevik. Worse portents appear. Over the rim of the Russian horizon are seen the fierce eyes and the unshorn face of the real and undoubted Bolshevik, waving his red flag. Bast areas of what was a fertile populated world are overwhelmed in chaos. Over Russia there lies a great darkness, spreading ominously westward into central Europe. The criminal sits among his corpses. He feeds upon the wreck of a civilization that was. The infection spreads. All over the world the just claims of organized labor are intermingled with the underground conspiracy of social revolution. The public mind is confused, something approaching to a social panic appears. As some minds the demand for law and order overwhelms all other thoughts. To others the fierce desire for social justice obliterates all fear of a general catastrophe. They push nearer and nearer to the brink of the abyss. The warning cry of back is challenged by the eager shout of forward. The older methods of social justice are abandoned as too slow. The older weapons of social defense are thrown aside as too blunt. Parliamentary discussion is powerless. It limps in the wake of the popular movement. The state, as we knew it, threatens to dissolve into labor unions, conventions, boards of conciliation, and conferences. Society shaken to its base hurls itself into the industrial suicide of the general strike, refusing to feed itself, denying its own wants. This is a time such as there never was before. It represents a vast social transformation in which there is at stake, and may be lost, all that has been gained in the slow centuries of material progress, and in which there may be achieved some part of all that has been dreamed in the age-long passion for social justice. For the time being, the constituted governments of the world survive as best they may, and accomplish such things as they can, planless, or planning it best only for the day. Sufficient, and more than sufficient, for the day is the evil thereof. Never then was there a moment in which there was greater need for sane and serious thought. It is necessary to consider from the ground up the social organization in which we live, and the means whereby it may be altered and expanded to meet the needs of the time to come. We must do this, or perish. If we do not mend the machine, there are forces moving in the world that will break it. The blind Samson of labor will seize upon the pillars of society, and bring them down in a common destruction. Few persons can attain to adult life without being profoundly impressed by the appalling inequities of our human lot. Riches and poverty jostle one another upon our streets. The tattered outcast dozes on his bench while the chariot of the wealthy is drawn by. The palace is the neighbor of the slum. We are in modern life so used to this that we no longer see it. Inequality begins from the very cradle. Some are born into an easy and sheltered affluence. Others are the children of mean and sordid want. For some, the long toil of life begins in the very bloomed time of childhood, and ends only when the broken and exhausted body sinks into a penurious old age. For others, life is but a foolish leisure with mock activities and mimic evocations to mask its uselessness. And as the circumstances vary, so too does the native endowment of the body and the mind. Some born in poverty rise to wealth. An inborn energy and capacity bid defiance to the ill will of fate. Others sink. The careless hand lets fall the cradle gift of wealth. Thus all about us is the moving and shifting spectacle of riches and poverty, side by side, inextricable. The human mind, lost in a maze of inequalities that it cannot explain, and evils that it cannot singly remedy, must adapt itself as best it can. An acquired indifference to the ills of others is the price at which we live. A certain dole of sympathy, a casual might of personal relief, is the mere drop that any one of us alone can cast into the vast ocean of human misery. Beyond that we must harden ourselves lest we too perish. We feed well while others starve. We make fast the doors of our lighted houses against the indigent and the hungry. What else can we do if we shelter one? What is that? And if we try to shelter all, we are ourselves shelterless. But the contrast thus presented is one that has acquired a new meaning in the age in which we live. The poverty of earlier days was the outcome of the insufficiency of human labour to meet the primal needs of humankind. It is not so now. We live in an age that is at best about a century and a half old, the age of machinery and power. Our common reading of history has obscured this fact. Its pages are filled with the purple gowns of kings and the scarlet trappings of the warrior. Its record is largely that of battles and sieges, of the brave adventurer of discovery and the vexed slaughter of the nations. It has long since dismissed as too short and simple for its pages the short and simple annals of the poor. And the record is right enough. Of the poor what is there to say? They were born, they lived, they died. They follow their leaders, and their names are forgotten. But written thus our history has obscured the greatest fact that ever came into it. The colossal change that separates our little era of a century and a half from all the preceding history of mankind separates it so completely that a great gull flies between across which comparison can scarcely pass and on the other side of which a new world begins. It has been the custom of our history to use the phrase the new world to mark the discoveries of Columbus and the treasure hunt of a Cortes or a Pizarro. But what of that? The America that they annexed to Europe was merely a new domain added to a world already old. The new world was really found in the wonder years of the 18th and early 19th centuries. Mankind really entered upon it when the sudden progress of liberated science bound the fierce energy of expanding steam and drew the eager lightning from the cloud. Here began indeed in the drab surroundings of the workshop, in the silent mystery of the laboratory, the magic of the new age. But we do not commonly realize the vastness of the change. Much of our life and much of our thought still belongs to the old world. Our education is still largely framed on the old pattern, and our views of poverty and social betterment, or what is possible and what is not, are still largely conditioned by it. In the old world poverty seemed, and poverty was, the natural and inevitable lot of the greater portion of mankind. It was difficult with the mean appliances of the time to ring subsistence from the reluctant earth. For the simplest necessaries and comforts of life all, or nearly all, must work hard. Many must perish for want of them. Poverty was inevitable and perpetual. The poor must look to the brightness of a future world for the consolation that they were denied in this. Seeing thus, poverty became rather a blessing than a curse, or at least a dispensation prescribing the proper lot of man. Life itself was but a preparation and a trial, a threshing floor where, under the tribulation of want, the wheat was beaten from the straw. Of this older view much still survives, and much that is ennobling. Nor is there any need to say goodbye to it. Even if poverty were gone the flail could still beat hard enough upon the grain and chaff of humanity. But turn to consider the magnitude of the change that has come about with the era of machinery and the indescribable increase which it has brought to man's power over his environment. There is no need to recite here in detail the marvellous record of mechanical progress that constituted the industrial revolution of the 18th century. The utilization of coal for the smelting of iron ore, the invention of machinery that could spin and weave, the application of the undreamed energy of steam as a mote of force, the building of canals on the making of stone roads. These proved but the beginnings. Each stage of invention called for a further advance, the quickening of one part of the process necessitated the speeding up of all the others. It placed a premium, a reward already in sight upon the next advance. Mechanical spinning called forth the power loom, the increase in production called for new means of transport. The improvement of transport still further swelled the volume of production. The steamboat of 1809 and the steam locomotive of 1830 were the direct result of what had gone before. Most important of all, the movement had become a conscious one. Invention was no longer the fortuitous result of a happy chance. Until progress the continual increase of power and the continual surplus of product became an essential part of the environment, and an unconscious element in the thought and outlook of the civilized world. No wonder that the first aspect of the age of machinery was one of triumph. Man had vanquished nature. The elemental forces of wind and fire, of rushing water and driving storm before which the savage had cowered low for shelter, these had become his servants. The forest that had blocked his path became his field. The desert bloomed as his garden. The aspect of industrial life altered. The domestic industry of the cottage and the individual labor of the artisan gave place to the factory with its regiment of workers and its steam-driven machinery. The economic isolation of the single worker of the village, even of the district and the nation, was lost in the general cohesion in which the whole industrial world merged into one. The life of the individual changed accordingly. In the old world his little sphere was allotted to him, and there he stayed. His village was his horizon. The son of the weaver-woeve and the smith reared his children to his trade. Each did his duty, or was adjured to it in the state of life to which it had pleased God to call him. Migration to distant occupations or to foreign lands was but for the adventurous few. The ne'er do well blew like seed before the wind to distant places, but mankind at large stayed at home. Here and there exceptional industry or extraordinary capacity raised the artisan to wealth and turned the man into the master. But for the most part, even industry and endowment were powerless against the inertia of custom and the dead weight of environment. The universal ignorance of the working class broke down the aspiring force of genius. Mute and glorious miltons were buried in country church hares. In the new world, all this changed. The individual became but a shifting atom in the vast complex, moving from place to place, from occupation to occupation, and from gradation to gradation of material fortune. The process went further and further. The machine penetrated everywhere, thrusting aside with its gigantic arm the feeble efforts of handicraft. It laid its hold upon agriculture, sowing and reaping the grain and transporting it to the ends of the earth. Then as the nineteenth century drew towards its close, even the age of steam power was made commonplace by achievements of the era of electricity. All this is familiar enough. The record of the age of machinery is known to all. But the strange mystery, the secret that lies concealed within its organization, is realized by but few. It offers to those who see it a right the most perplexing industrial paradox ever presented in the history of mankind. With all our wealth, we are still poor. After a century and a half of labor-saving machinery, we work about as hard as ever. With the power over nature multiplied a hundred fold, nature still conquers us, and more than this. There are many senses in which the machine age seems to leave the great bulk of civilized humanity. The working part of it worse off instead of better. The nature of our work has changed. No man now makes anything. He makes only a part of something, feeding and tending a machine that moves with restless monotony, in the routine of which both the machine and its tender are only a fractional part. For the great majority of the workers, the interest of work, as such, is gone. It is a task done consciously for a wage, one eye up on the clock. The brave independence of the keeper of the little shop contrasts favorably with the mock dignity of a floor-walker in an establishment. The varied craftsmanship of the artisan had in it something of the creative element that was the parent motive of the sustained industry. The dull routine of the factory hand in a cotton mill has gone. The life of a pioneer settler in America two hundred years ago, peñurious and dangerous as it was, stands out brightly beside the dull and meaningless toil of his descendant. The picture must not be drawn in colors too sinister. In the dullest work and in the meanest lives in the new world today, there are elements that were lacking in the work of the old world. The universal spread of elementary education, the universal access to the printed page, and the universal hope of better things, if not for oneself, at least for one's children, and even the universal restlessness that the industrialism of today have brought are better things than the dull, plotting passivity of the older world. Only a false medievalism can paint the past in colors superior to the present. The haze of distance that dims the mountains with purple shifts also the crude colors of the past into the soft glory of retrospect. Misled by these, the sentimentalist may often sigh for an age that in a nearer view would be seen filled with cruelty and suffering. But even when we have made every allowance for the all too human tendency to soften down the past, it remains true that in many senses the processes of industry for the worker have lost in attractiveness and power of absorption of the mind during the very period when they have gained so enormously in effectiveness and in power of production. The essential contrast lies between the vastly increased power of production and its apparent inability to satisfy for all humanity the most elementary human wants. Between the immeasurable saving of labor affected by machinery and the brute fact of the continuance of hard driven unceasing toil. Of the extent of this increased power of production, we can only speak in general terms. No one as far as I'm aware has yet essayed to measure it, nor have we any form of calculus or computation that can easily be applied. If we wish to compare the gross total of production affected today with that accomplished 150 years ago, the means, the basis of calculation is lacking. Vast numbers of the things produced now were not then in existence. A great part of our production of today culminates not in productive goods, but in services as in forms of motion or in ability to talk across a distance. It is true that statistics that deal with the world's production of cotton or of oil or of iron and steel presents stupendous results. But even these do not go far enough, for the basic raw materials are worked into finer and finer forms to supply new wants as they are called, and to represent a vast quantity of satisfactions not existing before. Nor is the money calculus of any avail. Comparison by prices breaks down entirely. A bushel of wheat stands about where it stood before and could be calculated. But the computation let us say in price values of the Sunday newspapers produced in one week in New York, where the annual output of photographic apparatus would defy comparison. Of the enormous increase in the gross total of human goods there is no doubt we have only to look about us to see it. The endless miles of railways, the vast apparatus of the factories, the soaring structures of the cities bear easy witness to it. Yet it would be difficult indeed to compute by what factor the effectiveness of human labor working with machinery has been increased. But suppose we say, since one figure is as good as another, that it has been increased a hundred times. This calculation must be well within the facts, and can be used as merely a more concrete way of saying that the power of production has been vastly increased. During the period of this increase, the numbers of mankind in the industrial countries have perhaps been multiplied by three to one. This again is inexact since there are no precise figures of population that cover the period. But all that is meant is that the increase in one case is quite obviously colossal, and in the other cases evidently not so much. Here then is the paradox. If the ability to produce goods to meet human once has multiplied so that each man accomplishes almost 30 or 40 times what he did before, then the world at large ought to be about 30 or 50 times better off. But it is not. Or else, as the more possible alternative, the working hours of the world should have been cut down to about one in 30 of what they were before. But they are not. How, then, are we to explain this extraordinary discrepancy between human power and resulting human happiness? The more we look at our mechanism of production, the more perplexing it seems, suppose an observer were to look down from the cold distance of the moon upon the seething and hill of human labour presented on the surface of our globe. And suppose that such an observer knew nothing of our system of individual property, of money payments and wages and contracts, but viewed our labour as merely that of a mass of animated beings trying to supply their wants. The spectacle to his eyes would be strange indeed. Mankind viewed in the mass would be seen to produce a certain amount of absolutely necessary things, such as food, and then to stop. In spite of the fact that there was not food enough to go around, and that large numbers must die of starvation or perish slowly from under nutrition, the production of food would stop at some point, a good deal short of universal satisfaction. So, too, with the production of clothing, shelter, and other necessary things. Never enough would seem to be produced, and this apparently not by accident or miscalculation, but as if some peculiar social law were at work adjusting production to the point where there is just not enough, and leaving it there. The countless millions of workers would be seen to turn their untired energies and their all-powerful machinery away from the production of necessary things to the making of mere comforts, and from these again while still stopping short of a general satisfaction to the making of luxuries and superfluities. The wheels would never stop, the activity would never tire. Mankind, mad with the energy of activity, would be seen to pursue the fleeing phantom of insatiable desire. Thus among the huge mass of accumulated commodities, the simplest wants would go unsatisfied. Half-fed men would dig for diamonds, and men sheltered by a crazy roof erect the marble walls of palaces. The observer might well remain perplexed at the pathetic discord between human work and human wants. Something, he would feel assured, must be at fault either with the social instincts of man or with the social order under which he lives. And herein lies the supreme problem that faces us in this opening century. The period of five years of war has shown it to us in a clearer light than fifty years of peace. War is destruction, the annihilation of human life, the destruction of things made with generations of labour, the misdirection of productive power from making what is useful to making what is useless. In the Great War just over some seven million lives were sacrificed. Eight million tons of shipping were sunk beneath the sea. Some fifty million adult males were drawn from productive labour to the lines of battle. Behind them, uncounted millions laboured day and night at making the weapons of destruction. One might well have thought that such a gigantic misdirection of human energy would have brought the industrial world to a standstill within a year. So people did think. So thought a great number, perhaps the greater number, of the financiers and economists and industrial leaders trained in the world in which we used to live. The expectation was unfounded. Great as is the destruction of war, not even five years of it have broken the productive machine. And the reason is now plain enough. Peace also, or peace under the old conditions of industry, is infinitely wasteful of human energy. Not more than one adult worker in ten, so at least it might with confidence be estimated, is employed on necessary things. The other nine perform superfluous services. War turns them from making the glittering superfluities of peace to making its grim engines of destruction. But while the Tenth Man still labours, the machine, though creaking with its dislocation, can still go on. The economics of war, therefore, has thrown its lurid light upon the economics of peace. These I propose in the succeeding chapters to examine. But it might be well before doing so to lay stress upon the fact that while admitting all the shortcomings and the injustices of the regime under which we have lived, I am not one of those who are able to see a short and single remedy. Many people when presented with the argument above would settle it at once with the word socialism. Here they say is the immediate and natural remedy. I confess at the outset, and shall develop later, that I cannot view it so. Socialism is a mere beautiful dream, possible only for the angels. The attempt to establish it would hurl us over the abyss. Our present lot is sad, but the frying pan is at least better than the fire. CHAPTER II LIFE, LIBERTY, AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS All men, wrote Thomas Jefferson in framing the Declaration of Independence, have an inalienable right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. These words are more than a felicitous phrase. They express even more than the creed of a nation. They embody in themselves the uppermost thought of the era that was dawning when they were written. They stand for the same view of society which, in that very year of 1776, Adam Smith put before the world in his immortal wealth of nations as the system of natural liberty. In this system mankind placed its hopes for over half a century, and under it the industrial civilization of the Age of Machinery rose to the plenitude of its power. In the preceding chapter an examination has been made of the purely mechanical side of the era of machine production. It has been shown that the Age of Machinery has been in a certain sense one of triumph, of the triumphant conquest of nature, but in another sense one of perplexing failure. The new forces controlled by mankind have been powerless as yet to remove want and destitution, hard work, and social discontent. In the midst of accumulated wealth social justice seems as far away as ever. It remains now to discuss the intellectual development of the modern Age of Machinery and the way in which it has molded the thoughts and the outlook of mankind. Few men think for themselves. The thoughts of most of us are little more than imitations and adaptations of the ideas of stronger minds. The influence of environment conditions if it does not control the mind of man. So it comes about that every age or generation has its dominant and uppermost thoughts, its peculiar way of looking at things, and its peculiar basis of opinion on which its collective action and its social regulations rest. All this is largely unconscious. The average citizen of three generations ago was probably not aware that he was an extreme individualist. The average citizen of today is not conscious of the fact that he has ceased to be one. The man of three generations ago had certain ideas which he held to be axiomatic, such as that his house was his castle, and that property was property and that what was his was his. But these were to him things so obvious that he could not conceive any reasonable person doubting them. So too with the man of today. He has come to believe in such things as old age pensions and national insurance. He submits to bachelor taxes and he pays for the education of other people's children. He speculates much on the limits of inheritance, and he even meditates profound alterations in the rights of property and land. His house is no longer his castle. He has taken down his fences, and bull have added its grounds till it merges into those of his neighbors. Indeed, he probably does not live in a house at all, but in a mere apartment or subdivision of a house which he shares with a multiplicity of people. Nor does he any longer draw water from his own well, or go to bed by the light of his own candle. For such services as these, his life is so mixed up with franchises and public utilities and other things unheard of by his own great-grandfather that it is hopelessly intertangled with that of his fellow citizens. In fine there is little left but his own conscience into which he can withdraw. Such a man is well aware that times have changed since his great-grandfather's day. But he is not aware of the profound extent to which his own opinions have been affected by the changing times. He is no longer an individualist. He has become by brute force of circumstances a sort of collectivist, puzzled only as to how much of a collectivist to be. Individualism of the extreme type is, therefore, long since out of date. To attack it is merely to kick a dead dog. But the essential problem of today is to know how far we are to depart from its principles. There are those who tell us, and they number many millions, that we must abandon them entirely. Industrial society, they say, must be reorganized from top to bottom. Private industry must cease. All must work for the state, only when a socialist commonwealth can social justice be found. There are others of whom the present writer is one who see in such a program nothing but disaster. Yet you consider that the individualist principle of every man for himself, while it makes for national wealth and accumulated power, favors over much the few at the expense of the many, puts an over-great premium upon capacity, assigns too harsh a punishment for easy indolence, and what is worse, exposes the individual human being too cruelly to the mere accidents of birth and fortune. Under such a system, in short, to those who have is given, and from those who have not is taken away even that which they have. There are others again who still view individualism just as the vast majority of our great grandfathers viewed it, as a system hard but just, as awarding to every man the fruit of his own labor and the punishment of his own idleness, and as visiting in accordance with the stern but necessary ordination of our existence, the sins of the father upon the child. The proper starting point, then, for all discussion of the social problem, is the consideration of the individualist theory of industrial society. This grew up, as all the world knows, along with the era of machinery itself. It had its counterpart on the political side in the rise of representative democratic government. Machinery, industrial liberty, political democracy, these three things represent the basis of the progress of the nineteenth century. The chief exposition of the system is found in the work of the classical economists, Adam Smith and his followers of half a century, who created the modern science of political economy. Beginning as controversialists, anxious to overset a particular system of trade regulation, they ended by becoming the exponents of a new social order. Modified and amended as their system is in its practical application, it still largely conditions our outlook today. It is to this system that we must turn. The general outline of the classical theory of political economy is so clear and so simple that it can be presented within the briefest compass. It began with certain postulates or assumptions, to a great extent unconscious, of the conditions to which it applied. It assumed the existence of the state and of contract. It took for granted the existence of individual property, in consumption goods, in capital goods, and with a certain hesitation in land. The last assumption was not perhaps without misgivings. Adam Smith was disposed to look a scans at landlords as men who gathered where they had not sown. John Stuart Mill, as is well known, was more and more inclined, with advancing reflection, to question the sanctity of landed property as the basis of social institutions. But for the most part, property, contract, and the coercive state were fundamental assumptions with classicists. With this there went on the psychological side, the further assumption of a general selfishness or self-seeking as the principal motive of the individual in the economic sphere. Oddly enough, this assumption, the most warrantable of the lot, was the earliest to fall under disrepute. The plain assertion that every man looks out for himself, or at best for himself and his immediate family, touches the tender conscience of humanity. It is an unpalatable truth. Nonetheless, it is the most nearly true of all the broad generalizations that can be attempted in regard to mankind. The essential problem, then, of the classicists was to ask what would happen if an industrial community, possessed of the modern control over machinery and power, were allowed to follow the promptings of enlightened selfishness in an environment based upon free contract and the right of property and land and goods. The answer was of the most cheering description. The result would be a progressive amelioration of society, increasing in proportion to the completeness with which the fundamental principles involved were allowed to act, and tending ultimately toward something like a social millennium or perfection of human society. One easily recalls the almost reverent attitude of Adam Smith towards this system of industrial liberty, which he exalted into a kind of natural theology, and the way in which Mill, a deist, but not a Christian, was able to fit the whole apparatus of individual liberty into its place in an ordered universe. The world runs of itself, said the economist. We have only to leave it alone. And the maxim of laissez faire became the last word of social wisdom. The argument of the classicists ran thus. If there is everywhere complete economic freedom, then there will ensue in consequence a regime of social justice. If every man is allowed to buy and sell goods, labor and property, justice suits his own interest, then the prices and wages that result are either in the exact measure of social justice, or at least are perpetually moving towards it. The price of any commodity at any moment is, it is true, a market price, the resultant of the demand and the supply. But behind this operates continually the inexorable law of the cost of production. Sooner or later, every price must represent the actual cost of producing the commodity concerned, or at least must oscillate now above and now below that point, which it is always endeavoring to meet. For if temporary circumstances force the price well above the cost of producing the article in question, then the large profits to be made induce a greater and greater production. The increased volume of the supply thus produced inevitably forces down the price till it sinks to the point of cost. If circumstances, such for example as miscalculation and an overgrade supply, depress the price below the point of cost, then the discouragement of further production presently shortens the supply and brings the price up again. Price is thus like an oscillating pendulum, seeking its point of rest, or like the waves of the sea rising and falling about its level. By this same mechanism the quantity and direction of production, argued the economists, respond automatically to the needs of humanity, or at least to the effective demand which the classicist mistook for the same thing. Just as much wheat or bricks or diamonds would be produced as the world called for, to produce too much of any one thing was to violate a natural law. The falling price and the resulting temporary loss sternly rebuked the producer. In the same way the technical form and mechanism of production were presumed to respond to an automatic stimulus. Inventions and improved processes met their own reward. Labour, so it was argued, was perpetually being saved by the constant introduction of new uses of machinery. By a parody of reasoning, the shares received by all the participants and claimants in the general process of production were seen to be regulated in accordance with natural law. Interest on capital was treated merely as a particular case under the general theory of price. It was the purchase price needed to call forth the saving, the form, so to speak, of production which brought the capital into the market. The profits of the employer represented the necessary price paid by society for his services, just enough and not more than enough to keep him and his fellows in operative activity, and always tending under the happy operation of competition to fall to the minimum consistent with social progress. Rent, the share of the landowner, offered to the classicist a rather peculiar case. There was here a physical basis of surplus over cost. But, granted the operation of the factors and forces concerned, rent emerged as a differential payment to the fortunate owner of the soil. It did not in any way affect prices or wages which were rendered neither greater nor less thereby. The full implication of the rent doctrine in its relation to social justice remained obscured to the eye of the classical economist. The fixed conviction that what a man owns is his own created a mist through which the light could not pass. Wages, finally, were but a further case of value. There was a demand for labour, represented by the capital waiting to remunerate it, and a supply of labour represented by the existing and increasing working class. Hence, wages, like all other shares and factors, corresponded, so it was argued, to social justice. Whether wages were high or low, whether hours were long or short, at least the labourer, like everybody else, got what was coming to him. All possibility of a general increase of wages depended on the relation of available capital to the numbers of the working men. Thus the system, as applied to society at large, could be summed up in the consoling doctrine that every man got what he was worth, and was worth what he got. That industry and energy brought their own reward, that national wealth and individual welfare were one and the same. But all that was needed for social progress was hard work, more machinery, more saving of labour, and a prudent limitation of the numbers of the population. The application of such a system to legislation and public policy was obvious, it carried with it the principle of laissez-faire. The doctrine of international free trade, albeit the most conspicuous of its applications, was but one case under the general law. It taught that the mere organization of labour was powerless to raise wages. That strikes were of no avail, or could at best put a shilling into the pocket of one artisan by taking it out of that of another. That wages and prices could not be regulated by law. That poverty was to a large extent a biological phenomenon representing the fierce struggle of germinating life against the environment that throttles part of it. The poor were like the fringe of grass that fades or dies where it meets the sand of the desert. There could be no social remedy for poverty, except the almost impossible remedy of the limitation of life itself. Failing this, the economist could wash his hands of the poor. These are the days of relative judgments, and the classical economy, like all else, must be viewed in the light of time and circumstances. With all its fallacies, or rather its shortcomings, it served a magnificent purpose. It opened a road never before trodden from social slavery towards social freedom, from the medieval autocratic regime of fixed caste and hereditary status, towards a regime of equal social justice. In this sense the classical economy was but the fruition, or rather represented, the final consciousness of a process that had been going on for centuries, since the breakdown of feudalism and the emancipation of the serf. True, the goal has not been reached. The vision of universal happiness seen by the economists has proved a mirage. The end of the road is not in sight. But it cannot be doubted that in the long pilgrimage of mankind towards social betterment, the economists guided us in the right turning. If we turn again in a new direction, it will at any rate not be in the direction of a return to autocratic medievalism. But when all is said in favor of its historic usefulness, the failures and the fallacies of natural liberty have now become so manifest, that the system is destined in the coming era to be revised from top to bottom. It is to these failures and fallacies that attention will be drawn in the next chapter. CHAPTER III The rewards and punishments of the economic world are singularly unequal. One man earns as much in a week or even in a day as another does in a year. This man by hard manual labor makes only enough to pay for humble shelter and plain food. This other, by what seems a congenial activity, fascinating as a game of chess, acquires uncounted millions. A third stands idle in the marketplace asking in vain for work. A fourth lives upon rent, dozing in his chair, in neither toils nor spins. A fifth, by the sheer hazard of a lucky deal, acquires a fortune without work at all. A sixth, scorning to work, earns nothing, and gets nothing. In him survives a primitive dislike of labor not yet fully evoluted out. He slips through the meshes of civilization to become a tramp, cages his food where he can, suns his tattered rags when it is warm and shivers when it is cold, migrating with the birds and reappearing with the flowers of spring. Yet all are free. This is the distinguishing mark of them as children of our era. They may work or stop. There is no compulsion from without. No man is a slave. Each has his natural liberty, and each in his degree, great or small, receives his allotted reward. But is the allotment correct, and the reward proportioned by his efforts? Is it fair or unfair, and does it stand for the true measure of social justice? This is the profound problem of the twentieth century. The economists and the leading thinkers of the nineteenth century were in no doubt about this question. It was their firm conviction that the system under which we live was, in its broad outline, a system of even justice. They held it true that every man under free competition and individual liberty is awarded just what he is worth, and is worth exactly what he gets. That the reason why a plain laborer is paid only two or three dollars a day is because he only produces two or three dollars a day, and that why a skilled engineer is paid ten times as much is because he produces ten times as much. His work is worth ten times that of the plain laborer. By the same reasoning, the salary of a corporation president who receives fifty thousand dollars a year merely reflects the fact that the man produces, earned, brings into the corporation that amount or even more. The big salary corresponds to the big efficiency. And there is much of the common experience of life and the common conduct of business that seems to support this view. It is undoubtedly true if we look at any little portion of business activity taken as a fragment by itself. On the most purely selfish grounds I may find that it pays to hire an expert at a hundred dollars a day, and might find that it spelled ruin to attempt to raise the wages of my working man beyond four dollars a day. Everybody knows that in any particular business, at any particular place in time, with prices at any particular point, there is a wage that can be paid and a wage that cannot. And everybody, or nearly everybody, bases on these obvious facts a series of entirely erroneous conclusions. Because we cannot change the part, we are apt to think we cannot change the whole. Because one brick in the wall is immovable, we forget that the wall itself might be rebuilt. The single employer rightly knows that there is a wage higher than he can pay, an hour shorter than he can grant. But are the limits that frame him in real and necessary limits, resulting from the very nature of things, or are they mere products of particular circumstances? This, as a piece of pure economics, does not interest the individual employer a particle. It belongs in the same category as the question of the immortality of the soul and other profundities that have nothing to do with business. But to society at large the question is of an infinite importance. Now the older economists taught and the educated world for about a century believed that these limitations which hedged the particular employer about were fixed and assigned by natural economic law. They represented, as has been explained, the operation of the system of natural liberty by which every man got what he is worth. And it is quite true that the particular employer can no more break away from these limits than he can jump out of his own skin. He can only violate them at the expense of ceasing to be an economic being at all, and degenerating into a philanthropist. But consider for a moment the peculiar nature of the limitations themselves. Every man's limit of what he can pay and what he can take, of how much he can offer and how much he will receive, is based on the similar limitations of other people. They are reciprocal to one another. Why should one factory owner not pay ten dollars a day to his hands? Because the others don't. But suppose they all do, then the output could not be sold at the present price. But why not sell the produce at a higher price? Because at a higher price the customer can't afford to buy it. But suppose that the customer, for the things which he himself makes and sells, or for the work which he performs, receives more. What then? The whole thing begins to have a jigsaw look, like a child's toy rack with wooden soldiers on it expanding and contracting. One searches in vain for the basis on which the relationship rests. And at the end of the analysis one finds nothing but a mere anarchical play of forces. Nothing but a give and take resting on relative bargaining strength. Every man gets what he can, and gives what he has to. Observe that this is not in the slightest the conclusion of the orthodox economists. Every man, they said, gets what he actually makes, or by exchange, those things which exactly correspond to it, as regards the cost of making them, which have, to use the key word of the theory, the same value. Let us take a very simple example. If I go fishing with a net, which I have myself constructed out of fibers and sticks, and if I catch a fish, and if I then roast the fish over a fire which I have made, without so much as the intervention of a Lucifer match, then it is I and I alone who have produced the roast fish. That is plain enough. But what if I catch the fish by using a hired boat, and a hired net, or by buying worms as bait from someone who has dug them? Or what if I do not fish at all, but get my roast fish by paying for it part of the wages I receive for working in a sawmill? Here are a new set of relationships. How much of the fish is produced by each of the people concerned? And what part of my wages ought I to pay in return for the part of the fish that I buy? Here opens up very evidently a perfect labyrinth of complexity. But it was the labyrinth for which the earlier economist held, so he thought, the thread. No matter how dark the passage he still clung tight to it, and his thread was his fundamental equation of value, whereby each thing and everything is sold, or tends to be sold, under free competition for exactly its cost of production. There it was, as simple as ABC, making the cost of everything proportional to the cost of everything else, and in itself natural and just, explaining and justifying the variations of wages and salaries on what seems a stern basis of fact. Here is your selling price as a starting point. Given that, you can see it once the reason for the wages paid and the full measure of the payment. To pay more is impossible. To pay less is to invite a competition that will force the payment of more. Or take, if you like, the wages as the starting point. There you are again, simplicity itself. The selling price will exactly and nicely correspond to cost. True, a part of the cost concerned will be represented not by wages, but by cost of materials. But these, on analysis, dissolve into past wages. Hence, the whole process and its explanation revolves around this simple, fundamental equation that selling value equals the cost of production. This was the central part of the economic structure. It was the keystone of the arch. If it holds, all holds. Knock it out and the whole edifice falls into fragments. A technical student of the schools would digress here, to the great confusion of the reader, into a discussion of the controversy and the economic cloister between the rival schools of economists as to whether cost governs value or value governs cost. The point needs no discussion here, but just such fleeting passing mention as may indicate that the writer is well and wearily conversant with it. The fundamental equation of the economist, then, is that the value of everything is proportional to its cost. It requires no little hardyhood to say that this proposition is a fallacy. It lays one open at once, most illogically, to the charge of being a socialist. In sober truth it might as well lay one open to the charge of being an ornithologist. I will not therefore say that the proposition that the value of everything equals the cost of production is false. I will say that it is true. In fact, that it is just as true as that two and two make four, exactly as true as that. But let it be noted most profoundly, only as true as that. In other words, it is a truism, mere equation in terms telling nothing whatever. When I say that two and two make four, I find, after deep thought, that I have really said nothing, or nothing that was not already said at the moment I defined two and defined four. The new statement that two and two make four adds nothing, so with the majestic equation of the cost of production. It means, as far as social application goes, as far as any moral significance or bearing on social reform and the social outlook goes, absolutely nothing. It is not in itself fallacious, how could it be? But all the social inferences drawn from it are absolute, complete, and malicious fallacies. Any socialist who says this is quite right. Where he goes wrong is when he tries to build up his truth, a set of inferences more fallacious and more malicious still. But the central economic doctrine of cost cannot be shaken by mere denunciation. Let us examine it and see what is the matter with it. We restate the equation. Under perfectly free competition, the value or selling price of everything equals, or is perpetually tending to equal, the cost of its production. This is the proposition itself, and the inferences derived from it are that there is a natural price of everything, and that all natural prices are proportional to cost and to one another. That all wages, apart from temporary fluctuations, are derived from and limited by the natural prices paid for the things made. That all payments for the use of capital, interest, are similarly derived and similarly limited. And that consequently, the whole economic arrangement, by giving to each person exactly and precisely the fruit of his own labor, conforms exactly to social justice. Now, the trouble with the main proposition just quoted, is that each side of the equation is used as the measure of the other. In order to show what natural price is, we add up all the wages that have been paid, and declare that to be the cost, and then say that the cost governs the price. Then if we are asked why are wages what they are, we turn the argument backward and say that since the selling price is so-and-so, the wages that can be paid out of it only amount to such and such. This explains nothing. It is a mere argument in a circle. It is as if one tried to explain why one blade of a pair of scissors is four inches long, by saying that it has to be the same length as the other. This is quite true of either blade, if one takes the length of the other for granted. But as applied to the explanation of the length of the scissors, it is worse than meaningless. This reason may seem to many persons mere casuistry, mere sophisticle juggling with words. After all, they say, there is such a thing as relative cost, relative difficulty of making things, a difference which rests upon a physical basis. To make one thing requires a lot of labor and trouble and much skill. To make another thing requires very little labor, and no skill out of the common. Here, then, is your basis of value, obvious, and beyond argument. A primitive savage makes a bow and arrow in a day. It takes him a fortnight to make a bark canoe. On that fact rests the exchange value between the two. The relative quantity of labor embodied in each object is the basis of its value. This line of reasoning has a very convincing sound. It appears in nearly every book on economic theory from Adam Smith and Ricardo till today. Labor alone, wrote Smith, never varying in its own value, is above the ultimate and real standard, by which the value of all commodities can at all times and places be estimated and compared. But the idea that quantity of labor governs value will not stand examination for a moment. What is quantity of labor and how is it measured? As long as we draw our illustrations from primitive life, where one man's work is much the same as another's, and where all operations are simple, we seem easily able to measure and compare. One day is the same as another, and one man about is capable as his fellow. But in the complexity of modern industrial life, such a calculation no longer applies. The differences of skill, of native ingenuity, and technical preparation become enormous. The hours work of a common laborer is not the same thing as the hours work of a watchmaker mending a watch, or of an engineer directing the building of a bridge, or of an architect drawing a plan. There is no way of reducing these hours to a common basis. We may think, if we like, that the quantity of labor ought to be the basis of value and exchange, such is always the dream of the socialist, but on a closer view it is shattered like any other dream. For we have, alas, no means of finding out what the quantity of labor is, and how it can be measured. We cannot measure it in terms of time. We have no calculus for comparing relative amounts of skill and energy. We cannot measure it by the amount of its contribution to the product, for that is the very matter that we want to discover. What the economist does is to slip out of the difficulty altogether by begging the whole question. He deliberately measures the quantity of labor by what is paid for it. Skilled labor is worth, let us say, three times as much as common labor, and brain work, speaking broadly, is worth several times as much again. Hence, by adding up all the wages and salaries paid, we get something that seems to indicate the total quantity of labor. Measure not simply in time, but with an allowance for skill and technical competency. By describing this allowance as a coefficient, we can give our statement a false air of mathematical certainty, and so muddle up the essential question that the truth is lost from sight, like a pee under a thimble. Now you see it, and now you don't. The thing is, in fact, a mere piece of intellectual conjuring. The conjurer has slipped the phrase quantity of labor up his sleeve, and when it reappears it has turned into the expense of hiring labor. This is a quite different thing, but as both conceptions are related somehow to the idea of cost, the substitution is never discovered. On this false basis a vast structure is erected. All prices provided that competition is free are made to appear as the necessary result of natural forces. They are natural or normal prices. All wages are explained and low wages are exonerated on what seems to be an undeniable ground of fact. They are what they are. You may wish them otherwise, but they are not. As a philanthropist you may feel sorry that a humble laborer should work through a long day to receive two dollars. But as an economist you console yourself with the reflection that that is all he produces. You may, at times, as a sentimentalist, wonder whether the vast sums drawn as interest on capital are consistent with social fairness. But if it is shown that interest is simply the natural price of capital representing the actual productive power of the capital, there is nothing further to say. You may have similar qualms over rent and the rightness and wrongness of it. The enormous unearned increment that accrues for the fortunate owner of land who toils not and either spins to obtain it may seem difficult of justification. But after all land is only one particular case of ownership under the one and the same system. The rent for which the owner can lease it emerges simply as a consequence of the existing state of wages and prices. High rent, says the economist, does not make big prices. It merely follows as a consequence or result of them. Dear bread is not caused by the high rents paid by tenant farmers for the land. The train of cause and effect runs in the contrary direction, and the selling price of land is merely a consequence of its rental value, a simple case of capitalization of annual return into a present sum. City land, though it looks different from farmland, is seen in the light of this same analysis to earn its rent in just the same way. The high rent of a Broadway store, says the economist, does not add a single cent to the price of the things sold in it. It is because prices are what they are that the rent is and can be paid. Hence on examination, the same canon of social justice that covers and explains prices, wages, and interest applies with perfect propriety to rent. Or finally, to take the strongest case of all, one may, as a citizen, feel apprehension at times at the colossal fortune of a Carnegie or a Rockefeller. For it does seem passing strange that one human being should control his property, the mass of coin, goods, houses, factories, land, and mines, represented by a billion dollars. Stranger still that at his death he should write upon a piece of paper his commands as to what his surviving fellow creatures are to do with it. But if it can be shown to be true that Mr. Rockefeller made his fortune in the same sense that a man makes a log house by felling trees and putting them one upon another, then the fortune belongs to Mr. Rockefeller in the same way as the log house belongs to the pioneer. And if the social inferences that are drawn from the theory of natural liberty and natural value are correct, the millionaire and the landlord, the plutocrat and the pioneer, the wage earner and the capitalist, have each all the right to do what he will with his own. For every man in this just world gets what is coming to him. He gets what he is worth, and he is worth what he gets. But if one knocks out the keystone of the arch in the form of a proposition that natural value conforms to the cost of production, then the whole edifice collapses and must be set up again upon another plan and on another foundation, stone by stone. Wages and prices, then, if the argument recited in the preceding chapter of this series holds good, do not under free competition tend towards social justice. It is not true that every man gets what he produces. It is not true that enormous salaries represent enormous productive services and that humble wages correspond to a humble contribution to the welfare of society. Prices, wages, salaries, interest, rent and profits do not, if left to themselves, follow the simple law of natural justice. To think so is an idle dream, the dream of the quietest who may slumber too long and be roused to a rude awakening or parish, perhaps, in his sleep. His dream is not so dangerous as the contrasted dream of the socialist, now threatening to walk abroad in his sleep, but both in their degree are dreams and nothing more. The real truth is that prices and wages and all the various payments from hand to hand in industrial society are the outcome of a complex of competing forces that are not based upon justice but upon economic strength. To elucidate this it is necessary to plunge into the jungle of pure economic theory. The way is arduous, there are no flowers upon the path, and out of this thicket alas no two people ever emerge hand in hand in concord, yet it is a path that must be traversed. Let us take then, as a beginning, the very simplest case of the making of a price. It is the one which is sometimes called in books on economics the case of a unique monopoly. Suppose that I offer for sale the manuscript of the pickwick papers or Shakespeare's skull or, for the matter of that, the skull of John Smith. What is the sum that I shall receive for it? It is the utmost that anyone is willing to give for it. That is all one can say about it. There is no question here of cost or what I paid for the article or of anything else except the amount of the willingness to pay on the part of the highest bidder. It would be possible indeed for the bidder to take the article from me by force, but this we presume to be prevented by the law, and for this reason we refer to above not to the physical strength, but to the economic strength of the parties to a bargain. By this is meant the relation that arises out of the condition of the supply and the demand, the willingness or eagerness, or the sheer necessity of the buyers and the sellers. People may offer much because the thing to be acquired is an absolute necessity without which they perish. A drowning man would sell all that he had for a life belt, or they may offer much through the sheer abundance of their other possessions. A millionaire might offer more for a life belt as a souvenir than a drowning man could pay for it to save his life. Yet out of any particular conjunction between desires on the one hand and goods or services on the other arises a particular equation of demand and supply represented by a particular price. All of this of course is ABC, and I am not aware that anybody doubts it. Now let us make the example a little more elaborate. Suppose that one single person owned all the food supply of a community isolated from the outside world. The price which he could exact would be the full measure of all the possessions of his neighbors, up to the point at least where they would commit suicide rather than pay. True, in such a case as this, economic strength would probably be broken down by the intrusion of physical violence, but insofar as it held good that price of food would be based upon it. Prices such as indicated here were dismissed by the earlier economist as mere economic curiosities. John Stuart Mill has something to say about the price of a music box in the wilds of Lake Superior, which, as he perceived, would not be connected with the expense of producing it, but might be vastly more, or perhaps decidedly less. But Mill might have said the same thing about the price of a music box, provided it was properly patented, anywhere at all. For the music box and Shakespeare's skull and the corner in wheat are all merely different kinds of examples of the things called a monopoly sale. Now let us change the example a little further. Suppose that the monopolist has for sale not simply a fixed and definite quantity of a certain article, but something which he can produce in larger quantities as desired. At what price will he now sell? If he offers the article at a very high price, only a few people will take it. If he lowers the price, there will be more and more purchasers. His interest seems divided. He will want to put the price as high as possible so that the profit on each single article over what it costs him to produce will be as great as possible. But he will also want to make as many sales as he possibly can, which will induce him to set the price low enough to bring in new buyers. But of course if he puts the price so low that it only covers the cost of making the goods, his profit is all gone and the mere multiplicity of sales is no good to him. He must try therefore to find a point of maximum profit where, having in view both the number of sales and the profit over cost on each sale, the net profit is at its greatest. This gives us the fundamental law of monopoly price. It is to be noted that under modern conditions of production, the cost of manufacture per article decreases to a great extent in proportion as a larger and larger number is produced, and thus the widening of the sale lowers the proportionate cost. In any particular case therefore it may turn out that the price that suits the monopolist's own interest is quite a low price, one such as to allow for an enormous quantity of sales and a very low cost of manufacture. This, we say, may be the case. But it is not so of necessity. In and of itself the monopoly price corresponds to the monopolist's profit and not to cheapness of sale. The price may be set far above the cost. And now notice the peculiar relation that is set up between the monopolist's production and the satisfaction of human wants. In proportion as the quantity produced is increased, the lower must the price be set in order to sell the whole output. If the monopolist insisted on turning out more and more of his goods, the price that people would give would fall until it barely covered the cost, then till it was less than cost, then to a mere fraction of the cost and finally to nothing at all. In other words, if one produces a large enough quantity of anything it becomes worthless. It loses all its value just as soon as there is enough of it to satisfy and oversatisfy the wants of humanity. Thus if the world produces three and a half billion bushels of wheat it can be sold, let us say, at two barrels of bushel. But if it produced twice as much it might well be found that it would only sell for 50 cents a bushel. The value of the bigger supply as a total would actually be less than that of the smaller. And if the supply were big enough it would be worth in the economic sense, just nothing at all. This peculiarity is spoken of in economic theory as the paradox of value. It is referred to in the older books either as an economic curiosity or as a mere illustration in extreme terms of the relation of supply to price. Thus in many books the story is related of how the east india companies used at times deliberately to destroy a large quantity of tea in order that by selling a lesser amount they might reap a larger profit than by selling a greater. But in reality this paradox of value is the most fundamental proposition in economic science. Precisely here is found the key to the operation of the economic society in which we live. The world's production is aimed at producing values not in producing plenty. If by some mad excess of misdirected industry we produced enough and too much of everything our whole machinery of buying and selling would break down. This indeed does happen constantly on a small scale in the familiar phenomenon of overproduction. But in the organization in which we live overproduction tends to check itself at once. If the world's machinery threatens to produce a too great plenty of any one particular thing then it turns itself towards producing something else of which there is not yet enough. This is done quite unconsciously without any philanthropic intent on the part of the individual producer and without any general direction in the way of a social command. The machine does it of itself. When there is enough the wheels slacken and stop. This sounds at first hearing most admirable but let it be noted that the enough here in question does not mean enough to satisfy human wants. In fact it means precisely the converse. It means enough not to satisfy them and to leave the selling price of the things made at the point of profit. Let it be observed also that we have hitherto been speaking as if all things were produced under a monopoly. The objection might at once be raised that with competitive producers the price will also keep falling down towards cost and will not be based upon the point of maximum profit. We shall turn to this objection in a moment but one or two other points must be considered before doing so. In the first place in following out such an argument as the present in regard to the peculiar shortcomings of the system under which we live it is necessary again and again to warn the reader against a hasty conclusion to the possibilities of altering and amending it. The socialist reads such criticism as the above with impatient approval. Very well he says the whole organization is wrong and works badly now let us abolish it all together and make a better one. But in doing so he begs the whole question at issue. The point is can we make a better one or must we be content with patching up the old one? Take an illustration. Scientists tell us that from the point of view of optics the human eye is a clumsy instrument poorly contrived for its work. A certain great authority once said that if he had made it he would have been ashamed of it. This may be true but the eye unfortunately is all we have to see by. If we destroy our eyes in the hope of making better ones we may go blind. The best that we can do is to improve our sight by adding a pair of spectacles. So it is with the organization of society. Faulty though it is it does the work after a certain fashion we may apply to it with advantage the spectacles of social reform but what the socialist offers us is total blindness. But of this presently. To return to the argument let us consider next what wages the monopolist in the cases described above will have to pay. We take for granted that he will only pay as much as he has to. How much will this be? Clearly enough it will depend altogether on the number of available working men capable of doing the work in question and the situation in which they find themselves. It is again a case of relative economic strength. The situation may be all together in favor of the employer or all together in favor of the men or may occupy a middle ground. If the men are so numerous that there are more of them that are needed for the work and if there is no other occupation for them they must accept a starvation wage. If they are so few in number that they can all be employed and if they are so well organized as to act together they can in their turn exact any wage up to the point that leaves no profit for the employer himself at all. Indeed for a short time wages might even pass this point the monopolist employer being willing for various reasons all quite obvious actually to pay more as wages than he gets as return and to carry on business at a loss for the sake of carrying it on at all. Clearly then wages, as Adam Smith said, are the result of a dispute in which either party must be pushed to the wall. The employer may have to pay so much that there is nothing or practically nothing left for himself or so little that his workmen can just exist and no more. These are the upward and downward limits of the wages in the cases described. It is therefore obvious that if all the industries in the world were carried on as a series of separate monopolies there would be exactly the kind of rivalry or competition of forces represented by the consumer insisting on paying as little as possible, the producer charging the most profitable price and paying the lowest wage that he could, and the wage earner demanding the highest wage that he could get. The equilibrium would be an unstable one. It would be constantly displaced and shifted by the movement of all sorts of social forces, by changes of fashion, by abundance or scarcity of crops, by alterations in the technique of industry and by the cohesion or the slackening of the organization of any group of workers, but the balanced forces once displaced would be seen constantly to come to an equilibrium at a new point. All this has been said of industry under monopoly, but it will be seen to apply in its essentials to what we call competitive industry. Here indeed certain new features come in, not one employer but many produce each kind of article, and as far as each employer can see by looking at his own horizon, what he does is merely to produce as much as he can sell at a price that pays him. Since all the other employers are doing this there will be, under competition, a constant tendency to cut the prices down to the lowest that is consistent with what the employer has to pay as wages and interest. This point which was called by the orthodox economist the cost is not in any true and fundamental sense of the words the cost at all. It is merely a limit represented by what the other parties to the bargain are able to exact. The whole situation is in a condition of unstable equilibrium in which the conflicting forces represented by the interests of the various parties pull in different directions. The employers in any one line of industry in all their wage earners and salaried assistants have one and the same interest as against the consumer. They want the selling price to be as high as possible, but the employers are against one another as wanting each of them to make as many sales as possible and each and all the employers are against the wage earners in wanting to pay as low wages as possible. If all the employers unite the situation turns to a monopoly and the price paid by the consumer is settled on the monopoly basis already described. The employers can then dispute it out with their working men as to how much wages shall be. If the employers are not united then at each and every moment they are in conflict both with the consumer and with their wage earners. Thus the whole scene of industry represents a vast and unending conflict, a fermentation in which the moving bubbles crowd for space, expanding and breaking one against the other. There is no point of rest. There is no real fixed cost acting as a basis. Anything that any one person or group of persons, worker or master, landlord or capitalist, is able to exact owing to the existing conditions of demand or supply becomes a cost from the point of view of all the others. There is nothing in this cost which proportions to it the quantity of labour or of time or of skill or of any other measure physical or psychological of the effort involved. And there is nothing whatever in it which proportions to its social justice. It is the war of each against all. Its only mitigation is that it is carried on under the set of rules represented by the state and the law. The tendencies involved may be best illustrated by taking one or two extreme or exaggerated examples, not meant as facts but only to make clear the nature of social and industrial forces among which we live. What, for example, will be the absolute maximum to which wages in general could be forced? Conceivably and in the purest and thinnest of theory, they could include the whole product of the labour of society with just such a small fraction left over for the employers, the owners of capital and the owners of land, to induce them to continue acting as part of the machine. That is to say, if all the labourers all over the world to the last one were united under a single control, they could force the other economic classes of society to something approaching a starvation living. In practice, this is nonsense. In theory, it is an excellent starting point for thought. And how short could the hours of the universal united workers be made? A short as ever they liked, an hour a day, ten minutes, anything they like, but of course with the proviso that the shorter the hours, the less the total of things produced to be divided. It is true that up to a certain point, shortening the hours of labour actually increases the total product. A ten-hour day, speaking in general terms and leaving out individual exceptions, is probably more productive than a day of twelve. It may very well be that an eight-hour day will prove, presently, if not immediately, to be more productive than one of ten. But somewhere the limit is reached, and gross production falls, the supply of things in general gets shorter. But note that this itself would not matter much, if somehow and in some way not yet found, the shortening of the production of goods cut out the luxuries in the superfluities first. Mankind at large might well trade leisure for luxuries. The shortening of hours with the corresponding changes in the direction of production is really the central problem in social reform. I propose to return to it in the concluding chapter of these papers, but for the present it is only noted in connection with the general scheme of industrial relations. Now let us ask to what extent any particular section or part of industrial society can succeed in forcing up wages or prices as against the others? In pure theory they may do this almost to any extent, provided that the thing concerned is a necessity, and is without a substitute, and provided that the organization is complete and unbreakable. If all the people concerned in producing coal, masters and men, owners of mines, and operators of machinery could stand out for their price, there is no limit short of putting all the rest of the world on starvation rations to what they might get. In practice and in reality a thousand things intervene, the impossibility of such complete unity, the organization of the other parties, the existing of natural divisions among industrial society, sentiment, decency, fear. The proposition is only pure theory, but its use as such is to dispose of any such ideas that there is a natural price of coal or of anything else. The above is true of any article of necessity. It is true though in a less degree of things of luxury. If all the makers of instruments of music, masters and men, capitalists, and workers were banded together in a tight and unbreakable union, then the other economic classes must either face the horrors of a world without pianolas and trombones or hand over the price demanded. And what is true of coal and music is true all through the whole mechanism of industry. Or take the supreme case of the owners of land. If all of them acted together with their legal rights added into one, they could order the rest of the world either to get off it or to work at starvation wages. Industrial society is therefore mobile, elastic, standing at any moment in a temporary and unstable equilibrium. But at any particular moment the possibility of a huge and catastrophic shift, such as those described, is out of the question, except at the price of a general collapse. Even a minor dislocation breaks down a certain part of the machinery of society. Particular groups of workers are thrown out of place. There is no other place where they can fit in, or at any rate not immediately. The machine labor is heavily. Ominous mutterings are heard. The legal framework of the state and of obedience to the law in which industrial society is set threatens to break asunder. The attempt at social change threatens a social revolution in which the whole elaborate mechanism would burst into fragments. In any social movement then, change and alteration in a new direction must be balanced against the demands of social stability. Some things are possible and some are not. Some are impossible today and possible or easy tomorrow. Others are forever out of the question. But this much at least ought to appear clear if the line of argument indicated above is accepted, namely that there is no great hope for universal betterment of society by the mere advance of technical industrial progress and by the unaided play of the motive of every man for himself. The enormous increase in the productivity of industrial effort would never of itself have elevated by one inch the lot of the working class. The rise of wages in the 19th century and the shortening of hours that went with it was due neither to the advance in mechanical power nor to the advance in diligence and industriousness, nor to the advance if there was any in general kindliness. It was due to the organization of labor. Mechanical progress makes higher wages possible. It does not of itself advance them by a single farthing. Labor-saving machinery does not of itself save the working world a single hour of toil. It only shifts it from one task to another. Against a system of unrestrained individualism, energy, industriousness, and honesty might shatter itself in vain. The thing is merely a race in which only one can be first, no matter how great the speed of all. A struggle in which one, and not all, can stand upon the shoulders of the others. It is the restriction of individualism by the force of organization and by legislation that has brought to the world whatever social advance has been achieved by the great mass of the people. The present moment is in a sense the wrong time to say this. We no longer live in an age when downtrodden laborers meet by candlelight the ban of the law upon their meeting. These are the days when labor is triumphant and when it ever threatens in the overweening strength of its own power to break industrial society in pieces in the fierce attempt to do in a day what can only be done in a generation. But truth is truth, and anyone who writes of the history of the progress of industrial society owes it to the truth to acknowledge the vast social achievement of organized labor in the past. And what of the future? By what means and in what stages can social progress be further accelerated? This I propose to treat in the succeeding chapters, dealing first with the proposals of the socialists and the revolutionaries, and finally with the prospect for a sane, orderly, and continuous social reform. End of Chapter 4 Recording by Sean Michael Hogan Chapter 5 of The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice by Stephen Leacock Chapter 5 The Land of Dreams The Utopia of the Socialist Who is there that has not turned at times from the fever and fret of the world we live in, from the spectacle of its wasted energy, its wild frenzy of work and its bitter inequality, to the land of dreams, to the pictured vision of the world as it might be? Such a vision has haunted in all ages the brooding mind of mankind, and every age has fashioned for itself the image of a somewhere or nowhere, a utopia in which there should be quality and justice for all. The vision itself is an outcome of that divine discontent which raises man above his environment. Every age has had its socialism, its communism, its dream of bread, and work for all, but the dream has varied always in the likeness of the thought of the time. In earlier days the dream was not one of social wealth. It was rather a vision of the abnegation of riches, of humble possessions shared and common after the manner of the unrealized ideal of the Christian faith. It remained for the age of machinery and power to bring forth another and a vastly more potent socialism. This was no longer a plan whereby all might be poured together, but a proposal that all should be rich together. The collectivist state advocated by the Socialist of today has scarcely anything in common with the communism of the Middle Ages. Modern socialism is the direct outcome of the age of machine production. It takes its first inspiration from glaring contrasts between riches and poverty presented by the modern era, from the strange paradox that has been described above between human power and its failure to satisfy human want. The 19th century brought with it the factory and the factory slavery of the Lancashire children, the modern city and city slum, the plutocracy and the proletariat, and all the strange discrepancy between wealth and want that has disfigured the material progress of the last hundred years. The rising splendor of capitalism concealed from the dazzled eye the melancholy spectacle of the new industrial poverty that lay in the shadow behind it. The years that followed the close of the Napoleonic Wars in 1815 were in many sense's years of unexampled misery. The accumulated burden of the war lay heavy upon Europe. The rise of the new machine power had dislocated the older system. A multitude of landless men clamored for bread and work. Pauperism spread like a plague. Each new invention threw thousands of hand workers out of employment. The law still branded as conspiracy in a united attempt of workingmen to raise wages or to shorten the hours of work. At the very moment when the coming of steam power and the use of modern machinery were piling up industrial fortunes undreamed of before, destitution, pauperism, and unemployment seemed more widespread and more ominous than ever. In this rank atmosphere germinated modern socialism. The writings of Marx and Engels and Louis Blanc were inspired by what they saw about them. From its very cradle socialism showed the double aspect which has distinguished it ever since. To the minds of some it was the faith of the insurrectionist, something to be achieved by force. Bourgeois society must be overthrown by force of arms. If open and fair fighting was not possible against such great odds, it must be blown sky-high with gunpowder. Dynamite, by the good fortune of invention, came to the revolutionary at the very moment when it was most wanted. To the men of violence socialism was the twin brother of anarchism, born at the same time, advocating the same means and differing only as to the final end. But to others socialism was from the beginning as it is today, a creed of peace. It advocated the betterment of society, not by violence but by persuasion, by peaceful argument and the recognized rule of the majority. It is true that the earlier socialists, almost to a man included, in the first passion of their denunciation, things not necessarily within the compass of purely economic reform. As children of misery they cried out against all human institutions. The bond of marriage seemed an accursed thing, the mere slavery of women. The family, the one institution in which the better side of human nature shines with an undimmed light, was to them but an engine of class oppression. The Christian churches merely the parasitic servants of the tyrannous power of a plutocratic state. The whole history of human civilization was denounced as an unredeemed record of the spoliation of the weak by the strong. Even the domain of the philosopher was needlessly invaded, and all forms of speculative belief were rudely thrown aside in favor of a wooden materialism, as dogmatic as any of the creeds or theories which it proposed to replace. Thus seen, socialism appeared as the very antithesis of law and order, of love and chastity, and of religion itself. It was a tainted creed. There was blood upon its hands and bloody menace in its thoughts. It was a thing to be stamped out, to be torn up by the roots, the very soil in which it grew must be burned out with the flame of avenging justice. Such it still appears to many people today. The unspeakable savagery of Bolshevism has made good the wildest threats of the partisans of violence and fulfilled the sternest warnings of the conservative. Today, more than ever, socialism is in danger of becoming a prescribed creed, its very name under the ban of the law, its literature burned by the hangman, and a gag placed upon its mouth. But this is neither right, nor wise. Socialism, like every other impassioned human effort, will flourish best under martyrdom. It will languish and perish in the dry sunlight of open discussion. For it must always be remembered in fairness that the creed of violence has no necessary connection with socialism. In its essential nature socialism is nothing but a proposal for certain kinds of economic reform. A man has just as much right to declare himself a socialist as he has to call himself a Seventh-day Adventist, or a Prohibitionist, or a perpetual Motionist. It is or should be open to him to convert others to his way of thinking. It is only time to restrain him when he proposes to convert others by means of a shotgun, or by dynamite, or by forcible interference with their own rights. When he does this he ceases to be a socialist pure and simple, and becomes a criminal as well. The law can deal with him as such. But with socialism itself, the law in a free country, should have no kind of quarrel. For in the whole programme of peaceful socialism there is nothing wrong at all, except one thing. Apart from this it is a high and ennobling ideal, truly fitted for a community of saints. And the one thing that is wrong with socialism is that it won't work. That is all. It is, as it were, a beautiful machine of which the wheels, dependent upon some unknown and uninvented motive power, refuse to turn. The unknown motive force in this case means a power of altruism, of unselfishness, of willingness to labour for the good of others such as the human race has never known, nor is ever likely to know. But the worst public policy to pursue in reference to such a machine is to lock it up, to prohibit all examination of it, and to allow it to become a hidden mystery, the whispered hope of its martyred advocates. Better far to stand it out into the open daylight, to let all who will inspect it, and to prove even to the simplest that such a contrivance once and for all and for ever cannot be made to run. Let us turn to examine the machine. We may omit here all discussion of the historical progress of socialism and the stages whereby a change from the creed of a few theorists and revolutionists to being the accepted platform of great political parties, counting its adherents by the million. All of this belongs elsewhere. It suffices here to note that in the process of its rise it has chafed away much of the superfluous growth that clung to it, and has become a purely economic doctrine. There is no longer any need to discuss in connection with it the justification of marriage and the family, and the rightness or wrongness of Christianity. No need to decide whether the materialistic theory of history is true or false. Since nine socialists out of ten today have forgotten, or have never heard, what the materialistic theory of history is. No need to examine whether human history is or is not a mere record of class exploitation, since the controversy has long shifted to other grounds. The essential thing today is not the past, but the future. The question is, what does the socialist have to say about the conditions under which we live, and the means that he advocates for the betterment of them? His case stands thus. He begins his description with an indictment of the manifold weaknesses and the obvious injustices of the system under which we live, and in this the socialist is very largely right. He shows that under free individual competition there is a perpetual waste of energy. Competing rivals cover the same field. Even the simplest services are performed with an almost ludicrous waste of energy. In every modern city the milk supply is distributed by erratic milkmen who skip from door to door and from street to street, covering the same ground, each leaving his cans of milk here and there in a sporadic fashion, as haphazard as a bee among the flowers. Contrast, says the socialist, the wasted labors of the milkman with the orderly and systematic performance of the postman, himself a little fragment of socialism. And the milkman, they tell us, is typical of modern industrial society. Competing railways run trains on parallel tracks, with empty cars that might be filled and with vast executive organizations which do ten times over the work that might be done by one. Competing stores needlessly occupy the time of hundreds of thousands of employees in a mixture of idleness and industry. An inconceivable quantity of human effort is spent on advertising, mere shouting and display, as unproductive in the social sense as the beating of a drum. Competition breaks into a dozen inefficient parts, the process that might conceivably be carried out, with an infinite saving of effort, by a single guiding hand. The socialist, thus looking at the world we live in, sees in it nothing but waste and selfishness and inefficiency. He looks so long that a mist comes before his eyes. He loses sight of the supreme fact that after all, in its own poor, clumsy fashion, the machine does work. He loses sight of the possibility of our falling into social chaos. He sees no longer the brink of the abyss beside which the path of progress picks its painful way. He leaps with a shout of exultation over the cliff. And he lands, at least in imagination, in his ideal state, his utopia. Here the noise and clamour of competitive industry is stilled. We look about us at a peaceful landscape where men and women brightly clothed and abundantly fed and warmed, seeing at their easy task. There is enough for all and more than enough. Poverty has vanished. Want is unknown. The children play among the flowers. The youths and maidens are at school. There are no figures here bent with premature toil. No faces dulled and furrowed with a life of hardship. The light of education and culture has shone full on every face and illuminated it into all that it might be. The cheerful hours of easy labour vary but do not destroy the pursuit of pleasure and of recreation. Youth in such a utopia is a very springtime of hope, adult life of busy and cheery activity, and age itself, watching from its shady bench beneath the spreading tree, the labours of its children, is but a gentle retrospect from which material care has passed away. It is a picture perfect as the opalescent colours of a soap bubble. It is the vision of a garden of Eden from which the demon has been banished, and the demon in question is the private ownership of the means of production. His name is less romantic than those of the wanted demons of legend and folklore, but it is at least suitable for the matter-of-fact age of machinery which he is supposed to haunt, and on which he casts his evil spell. Let him be once exercised, and the ills of humanity are gone, and the exorcism it appears is of the simplest. Let this demon once feel the contact of state ownership of the means of production, and his baneful influence will vanish into thin air, as his medieval predecessors dated the touch of a thimble full of holy water. This, then, is the Socialist Program. Let the state take over all the means of production, all the farms, the mines, the factories, the workshops, the ships, the railroads. Let it direct the workers towards their task in accordance with the needs of society. Let each labour for all in the measure of his strength and talent. Let each receive from all in the measure of his proper needs. No work is to be wasted. Nothing is to be done twice that need only be done once. All must work, and none must be idle. But the amount of work needed under these conditions will be so small, the hour is so short, and the effort so slight, that work itself will no longer be the grinding monotonous toil that we know today, but a congenial activity pleasant in itself. A thousand times this picture has been presented. The visionary with uplifted eyes, his gaze bent on the bright colours of the floating bubble, has voiced it from a thousand platforms. The earnest youth grinding at the academic mill has dreamed it in the pauses of his studious labour. The impassioned pedant has written it in heavy prose smothering at the brightness in the dull web of his own thought. The brilliant imaginative mind has woven it into romance, making its colours brighter still with the sunlight of inspired fantasy. But never, I think, has the picture of socialism at work been so ably and so dexterously presented, as in a book that begins to be forgotten now, but which some thirty years ago took the continent by storm. This was the volume in which Mr. Edward Bellamy looked backward, from his supposed point of vantage in the year 2000 AD, and saw us as we are and as we shall be. No two plans of a socialist state are ever quite alike, but the scheme of society outlined in Looking Backward may be examined as the most attractive and the most consistent outline of a socialist state that has, within the knowledge of the present writer, ever been put forward. It is worthwhile in the succeeding chapter to examine it in detail. No better starting point for the criticism of collectivist theories can be found than in a view of the basis on which is supposed to rest the Halcyon life of Mr. Bellamy's charming commonwealth. End of Chapter 5 Reading by Sean Michael Hogan Chapter 6 of The Unsolved Riddles of Social Justice This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Unsolved Riddles of Social Justice by Stephen Leacock. Chapter 6 How Mr. Bellamy Looked Backward The reading public is as wayward and as fickle as a bee among the flowers. It will not long pause anywhere, and it easily leaves each blossom for a better. But like the bee, while impelled by an instinct that makes it search for sugar, it sucks in therewith its solid sustenance. I am not quite certain that the bee does exactly do this, but it is just the kind of thing that the bee is likely to do, and in any case it is precisely the thing which the reading public does. It will not read unless it is tempted by the sugary sweetness of the romantic interest. It must have its hero in its heroine, and its course of love that never will run smooth. For information, the reader cares nothing. If he absorbs it, it must be by accident and unawares. He passes over the heavy tomes filled with valuable fact, and settles like the random bee upon the bright flowers of contemporary romance. Hence, if the reader is to be ensnared into absorbing something useful, it must be hidden somehow among the flowers. A treatise on religion must be disguised as a love story in which a young clergyman sworn into holy orders falls in love with an actress. The facts of history are imparted by a love story centering around the adventures of a hitherto unknown son of Louis XIV, and a discussion on the relations of labour and capital takes the form of a romance in which the daughter of a multimillionaire steps voluntarily out of her Fifth Avenue home to work in esteem laundry. Such is the unrecognised method by which the great unthinking public is taught to think. Slavery was not fully known till Mrs. Stowe wrote Uncle Tom's Cabin, and the slow tyranny of the law's delay was taught to the world forever in the pages of Bleak House. So it has been with socialism. No single influence ever brought its ideas and its propaganda so forcibly and clearly before the public mind as Mr. Edward Bellamy's brilliant novel, Looking Backward, published some 30 years ago. The task was arduous. Social and economic theory is heavy to the verge of being indigestible. There is no such thing as a gay book on political economy for reading in a hammock. Yet Mr. Bellamy succeeded. His book is in cold reality, nothing but a series of conversations explaining how a socialist commonwealth is supposed to work. Yet he contrives to bring into it a hero and a heroine, and somehow the warm beating of their hearts and the stolen glances in their eyes breathe into the dry dust of economic argument, the breath of life. Nor was ever a better presentation made of the essential program of socialism. It is worthwhile then, as was said in the preceding chapter, to consider Mr. Bellamy's commonwealth as the most typical and the most carefully constructed of all the ready-made socialisms that have been put forward. The mere machinery of the story can be lightly passed over. It is intended simply as the sugar that lures the random B. The hero, living in Boston in 1887, is supposed to fall asleep in a deep underground chamber which he has made for himself as a remedy against a harassing insomnia. Unknown to the sleeper, the house above his retreat is burned down. He remains in a trance for 113 years, and awakes to find himself in the Boston of the year 2000 A.D. Kind hands remove him from his sepulcher. He is revived. He finds himself under the care of a certain learned and genial Dr. Leet, whose house stands on the very site where once the sleeper lived. The beautiful daughter of Dr. Leet looks upon the newcomer from the lost world with eyes in which, to the mind of the sagacious reader, love is seen at once to dawn. In reality, she is the great granddaughter of the fiancé whom the sleeper was to have married in his former life. Thus a faint suggestion of the trans-migration of souls illuminates their intercourse. Beyond that, there is no story, and at the end of the book The Sleeper, in another dream, is conveniently transported back to 1887, which he can now contrast in horror with the ideal world of 2000 A.D. And what was this world? The sleeper's first vision of it was given him by Dr. Leet, who took him to the house-top and let him see the Boston of the future. Wide avenues replace the crowded, noisy streets. There are no shops, but only here and there among the trees great marble buildings, the emporiums from which the goods are delivered to the purple public. And the goods are delivered indeed. Dr. Leet explains it all with intervals of grateful cigar-smoking, and of music and promenades with the beautiful Edith, and meals in wonderful Communistic restaurants with romantic waiters who feel themselves mirabile dictu, quite independent. And this is how the Commonwealth operates. Everybody works, or at least works, until the age of 40, so that it may be truly said in these Halcyon days, everybody works, but father. But the work of life does not begin till education ends at the age of 21. After that, all the young men and women pass for three years into the general industrial army, much as the young men used to pass into the ranks of conscription. Afterwards each person may select any trade that he likes, but the hours are made longer or shorter according to whether too many or too few young people apply to come in. A gardener works for more hours than a scavenger, yet all occupations are equally honourable. The wages of all the people are equal, or rather there are no wages at all, as the workers merely receive cards, which entitle them to goods of such and such a quantity in any of the emporiums. The cards are punched out as the goods are used. The goods are all valued according to the amount of time used in their making, and each citizen draws out the same total amount, but he may take it out in installments just as he likes, drawing many things one month and few the next. He may even get goods in advance if he has any special need. He may, within a certain time limit, save up his cards, but it must be remembered that the one thing which no card can buy and which no citizens can own is the means of production. These belong collectively to all. Land, mines, machinery factories, and the whole mechanism of transport, these things are public property managed by the State. Its workers, in their use of them, are all directed by public authority as to what they shall make and when they shall make it, and how much shall be made. On these terms all share alike. The cripple receives as much as the giant, the worker of exceptional dexterity and energy the same as his slower and less gifted fellow. All the management, the control, and let this be noted for there is no escape from it, either by Mr. Bellamy or by anybody else, is exercised by boards of officials elected by the people. All the complex organization by which production goes on, by which the workers are supervised and shifted from trade to trade, by which the requests for a change of work or an extension of credit are heard and judged. All of this is done by the elected bosses. One lays stress on this not because it is Mr. Bellamy's plan, but because it is, and it has to be, the plan of anybody who constructs a socialist commonwealth. Mr. Bellamy has many ingenious arrangements to meet the needs of people who want to be singers or actors or writers, in other words, who do not want to work. They may sing or act as much as they like, provided that enough other people will hand over enough of their food cards to keep them going. But if no one wants to hear them sing or see them act, they may starve, just as they do now. Here the author harks back unconsciously to his 19th century individualism. He need not have done so. Other socialist writers would have it that one of the everlasting boards would sit on every aspiring actor or author before he was allowed to begin. But we may take it either way. It is not the major point. There is no need to discuss the question of how to deal with the artist under socialism. If the rest of it were all right, no one need worry about the artist. Perhaps he would do better without being remunerated at all. It is doubtful whether the huge commercial premium that greets success today does good or harm. But let it pass. It is immaterial to the present matter. One comes back to the essential question of the structure of the commonwealth. Can such a thing or anything conceived in its likeness possibly work? The answer is and must be absolutely and emphatically no. Let anyone conversant with modern democracy as it is, not as its founders dreamed of it, picture to himself the operation of a system whereby anything and everything is controlled by elected officials, from whom there is no escape, outside of whom there is no livelihood and to whom all men must bow. Democracy, let us grant it, is the best system of government as yet operative in this world of sin. Beside autocratic kingship it shines with a white light. It is obviously the portal of the future. But we know it now too well to idealize its merits. A century and a half ago, when the world was painfully struggling out of the tyranny of autocratic kingship, when English liberalism was in its cradle, when Thomas Jefferson was composing the immortal phrases of the Declaration of Independence and unknown patriots dreamed of freedom in France. At such an epoch it was but natural that the principle of popular election should be idealized as the sovereign remedy for the political evils of mankind. It was natural and salutary that it should be so. The force of such idealization helped carry forward the human race to a new milestone on the path of progress. But when it is proposed to entrust to the method of elective control, not a part, but the whole of the fortunes of humanity, to commit to it not merely the form of government and the necessary maintenance of law, order, and public safety, but the whole operation of the production and distribution of the world's goods, the case is altered. The time is ripe then for retrospect over the experience of the nineteenth century and for a realization of what has proved in that experience the peculiar defects of elective democracy. Mr Bellamy pictures his elected managers, as every socialist has to do, as a sagacious and paternal group, free from the interest of self and the play of the baser passions and animated only by the thought of the public good. Gravely they deliberate, wisely and justly they decide. Their grey heads, for Bellamy prefers them old, are bowed in quiet confabulation over the nice adjustment of the national production over the petition of this or that citizen. The public care sits heavily on their breast. Their own peculiar fortune they have lightly passed by. They do not favor their relations or their friends. They do not count their hours of toil. They do not enumerate their gain. They work, in short, as work the angels. Now let me ask, in the name of sanity, where are such officials to be found? Here and there, perhaps, one sees in the world of today in the stern virtue of an honorable public servant, some approximation to such a civic ideal. But how much too has been seen of the rule of cliques and interests and bosses, of the election of genial incompetence, popular as spend thrifts of crooked partisans warm to their friends and bitter to their enemies, of administration by a party for a party, and of the insidious poison of commercial greed defiling the wells of public honesty? The unending conflict between business and politics, between the private gain and the public good, has been for two generations the despair of modern democracy. It turns this way and that in its vain effort to escape corruption. It puts its faith now in representative legislatures and now in appointed boards and commissions. It appeals to the vote of the whole people or it places an almost autocratic power in a supreme responsibility in the hands of a single man and nowhere has the escape been found. The melancholy lesson is being learned that the path of human progress is arduous and its forward movement slow and that no mere form of government can aid unless it is inspired by a higher public spirit of the individual citizen than we have yet managed to achieve. And of the world of today, be it remembered, elective democratic control covers only a part of the field. Under socialism it covers it all. Today in our haphazard world a man is his own master. Often indeed the mastership is but a pitiful thing, little more than being master of his own failure and starvation. Often indeed the dead weight of circumstance, the accident of birth, the want of education, may so press him down that his freedom is only a mockery. Let us grant all that. But under socialism freedom is gone. There is nothing but the rule of the elected boss. The worker is commanded to his task and obey he must. If he will not there is, there can only be the prison and the scourge or to be cast out in the wilderness to starve. Consider what it would mean to be under a socialist state. Here for example is a worker who is, who says he is, too ill to work. He begs that he may be set free. The grave official, as Mr Bellamy sees him, looks at the worker's tongue. My poor fellow says he, you are indeed ill. Go and rest yourself under a shady tree while the others are busy with the harvest. So speaks the ideal official dealing with the ideal citizen in the dream life among the angels. But suppose that the worker, being not an angel, but a human being, is but a mere hulking, lazy brute, who prefers to sham sick rather than endure the tedium of toil. Or suppose that the grave official is not an angel, but a man of hateful heart or one with a personal spite to vent upon his victim. What then? How could one face a regime in which the everlasting Taskmaster held control? There is nothing like it among us at the present day, except within the melancholy precincts of the penitentiary. There and there only, the Socialist System is in operation. Who can deny that under such a system, the man with the glib tongue in the persuasive manner, the babbling talker and the scheming organizer would secure all the places of power and profit while patient merit went to the wall. Or turn from the gray officials to the purple citizens of the soap bubble Commonwealth of Socialism, all work we are told and all receive their remuneration. We must not think of it as money wages, but, all said and done, an allotted share of goods marked out upon a card comes pretty much to the same thing. The wages that the citizens receive must either be equal or not equal, that at least is plain logic. Either everybody gets exactly the same wages, irrespective of capability and diligence, or else the wages or salaries or whatever one calls them, are graded so that one receives much and the other little. Now either of these alternatives spells disaster. If the wages are graded according to capacity, then the grading is done by the everlasting elective officials. They can, and they will, vote themselves and their friends or adherents into the good jobs in the high places. The advancement of a bright and capable young man will depend, not upon what he does, but upon what the elected bosses are pleased to do with him. Not upon the strength of his own hands, but upon the strength of the pull that he has with the bosses who run the part of the industry that he is in. Unequal wages under socialism would mean a fierce and corrupt scramble for power, office, and emolument, beside which the utmost aberrations of Tammany Hall would seem as innocuous as a Sunday school picnic. But, objects Mr Bellamy or any other socialist, you forget. Please remember that under socialism the scramble for wealth is limited. No man can own capital, but only consumption goods. The most that any man may acquire is merely the articles that he wants to consume, not the engines and machinery of production itself. Hence even avarice dwindles and dies when its wanted food of capitalism is withdrawn. But surely this point of view is the very converse of the teachings of common sense. Consumption goods are the very things that we do want, all else is but a means to them. One admits, as per exception, the queer acquisitiveness of the miser millionaire, playing the game for his own sake. Undoubtedly he exists. Undoubtedly his existence is a product of the system, a pathological product, a kind of elephantiasis of individualism. But speaking broadly, consumption goods, present or future, are the end in sight of the industrial struggle. Give me the houses in the gardens, the yachts, the motor-cars, and the champagne, and I do not care who owns the gravel crusher in the steam plow. And if under a socialist commonwealth a man can vote to himself or gain by the votes of his adherents a vast income of consumption goods and leave to his unhappy fellow a narrow minimum of subsistence, then the resulting evil of inequality is worse, far worse, than it could even be today. Or try, if one will, the other horn of the dilemma. That, too, one will find as ill a resting place as an upright thistle. Let the wages, as with Mr Bellamy, all be equal. The managers then cannot vote themselves large emoluments if they try. But what about the purple citizens? Will they work? Or will they lie around in their purple garments and loaf? Work? Why would they work? Their pay is there fresh and fresh. Why should they turn up on time for their task? Why should they not dawdle at their labour sitting upon the fence in endless colloquy while the harvest rots upon the stalk? If among them is one who cares to work with a fever of industry that even socialism cannot calm, let him do it. We, his fellows, will take our time. Our pay is there as certain and as sound as his. Not for us, the eager industry and the fond plans for the future, for the home and competence that spurred on the strenuous youth of old days. Not for us, the earnest planning of the husband and wife, thoughtful and anxious for the future of their little ones. Not for us, the honest penny saved for a rainy day. Here in the dreamland of socialism there are no rainy days. It is sunshine all the time in this lotus land of the loafer. And for the future let the state provide. For the children's welfare let the state take thought. While we live it shall feed us. When we fall ill it shall tend us, and when we die it shall bury us. Meantime let us eat, drink and be merry, and work as little as we may. Let us sit among the flowers. It is too hot to labour. Let us warm ourselves beside the public stove. It is too cold to work. But what? Such conduct, you say, will not be allowed in the commonwealth. Idleness and slovenly careless work will be forbidden? Ah, then you must mean that beside the worker will be the overseer with the whip. The time clock will mark his energy upon its dial. The machine will register his effort, and if he will not work there is looking for him in the background the shadowed door of the prison. Exactly and logically so. Socialism, in other words, is slavery. But here the socialist and his school interpose at once with an objection. Under the socialist commonwealth, I say, the people will want to work. They will have acquired a new civic spirit. They will work eagerly and cheerfully for the sake of the public good, and from their love of the system under which they live. The loafer will be extinct. The sponge and the parasite will have perished. Even crime itself, so the socialist tells us, will diminish to the vanishing point, till there is nothing of it except here and there a sort of pathological survival, and activism or a throwing back to the forgotten sins of the grandfathers. Here and there some poor fellow afflicted with this disease may break into my socialistic house and steal my pictures and my wine. Poor chap. Deal with him very gently. He is not wicked. He is ill. This last argument in a word begs the whole question. With perfect citizens any government is good. In a population of angels a socialistic commonwealth would work to perfection. But until we have the angels we must keep the commonwealth waiting. Nor is it necessary here to discuss the hundred and one modifications of the socialistic plan. Each and all fail for one and the same reason. The municipal socialist despairing of the huge collective state dreams of his little town as an organic unit in which all share alike. The syndicalist in his fancy sees his trade united into a cooperative body in which all are equal. The gradualist in whose mind lingers the leaven of doubt frames for himself a hazy vision of a prolonged preparation for the future of socialism achieved little by little. The citizens being trained as it goes on till they are to reach somehow or somewhere in cloudland the nirvana of the elimination of self. Like indeed they are to the horse in the ancient fable that was being trained to live without food but died, alas, just as the experiment was succeeding. There is no way out. Socialism has but a dream, a bubble floating in the air. In the light of its opalescent colors we may see many visions of what we might be if we were better than we are. We may learn much that is useful as to what we can be even as we are. But if we mistake the floating bubble for the marble palaces of the city of desire it will lead us forward in our pursuit till we fall over the edge of the abyss beyond which is chaos.